Sophia Miacova Novels & Stories

Sophia: “Yes, yes, of course!” She drove Candice and Bianca to a hot pot restaurant. As the three of them ate, they chatted. Bianca hadn’t interacted much with Sophia before, but after meeting her today, she found her to be refreshingly straightforward—graceful, smart, and unpretentious. Even if she was a bit dramatic, she liked people who weren’t fake. “So, did Miss Clarke manage to find any evidence against Mia today?”

Chapter 87 “Fuck! How old is Sophia exactly? I need the complete birth details of her?" Van looked at his boss baffled. It was the first time he was hearing softness in his tone other than a command. The all-power mafia leader who only dominated people 24/7 has a gentle and caring side too. It was a discovery to Van. "Sure sir, in a while. Ten minutes later he walked back with a slip. "Sophia Brown was born on 21st February 2000 at 5:30pm at Red Cross Hospital Zurich."

The music throbbed through the luxurious suburban mansion like a heartbeat. Colorful lights swept across the crowded living room where nearly a hundred guests danced, laughed, and drank under flashing neon decorations. It was Sophia’s 23rd birthday, and the party was in full swing. Mia Thompson stood near the edge of the dance floor, slowly sipping her cocktail. At twenty-two, Mia was stunning — long wavy chestnut hair, smooth fair skin, bright hazel eyes, and a body that drew attention effortlessly. She wore a sleek black off-shoulder dress that clung to her curves, accentuating her full breasts and toned legs. The dress ended mid-thigh, making her feel both confident and slightly exposed.

He stared at me in a daze until I smiled and gently withdrew my hand. I had not even finished delivering my speech when a staff member suddenly rushed in and whispered something to the host. The host quickly approached the mayor, seeking his approval before turning on the big screen. The live feed cut to the rooftop of a building with Susan standing on the edge. "Why didn't you answer my calls, Daniel? Sophia was smiling at you so happily. Have you fallen for her? Why must I go to such extremes just to make you see me?" The cameras turned to Daniel. He stood up, his eyes locked on the screen.

Sophia, with the moon symbol still on her forehead, even though she was human again there, looked back at James who was silent with surprise now. "I, Sophia Reese. I hereby reject you, James Mason, as my mate." Sophia quickly said that right away. Hearing those words instantly made everyone present look right at Sophia in surprise. Including James who also immediately looked at Sophia, with a small and thin smile now on his lips. "I accept it, Sophia Reese." Sophia felt her eyes begin to well up with tears. And slowly, Sophia sighed there. "And I will still give both of you punishment." "Sophia, please..."

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

He doesn’t move away from the woman. I force my expression into something neutral. “Didn’t know you were entertaining guests.” The woman smiles, like she’s enjoying this. Like she can smell the jealousy radiating off me in waves. Maybe she can. “I’m Sophia,” she says, voice smooth and syrupy. “Old friend of Marcus.” I want to slap the gloss right off her lips. “I see,” I reply flatly. “Well. I’ll give you two sometime then” I start to turn, but Matias speaks again, this time, with that subtle steel in his tone that I hate and crave all at once.

She asked him instead. “I’ll find my fellow mermen here.” “Suit yourself.” She said. “Just take care of Yntreia. I’ll see you later.” She followed Margarette as they went through the thick crowd. She saw a lavishly dressed Kapre smoking his famously favored tobacco. There were also heavily armored Dwarves, having a contest in arm wrestling. She caught glimpse of some winged women called Harpies, circling above ground. They kept on going until they reached the Virsathen’s tree trunk.

I wasn't sure who they were, but no doubt, they were Lana's 'disciples'. I wanted to leave, but then when one of them started to giggle, I waited. "You see that girl named Sophie…" One of the women was talking when the other woman caught her short. "It's Sofia, with the 'Griffin'." The women laughed. "What about her?" "I think she's the manager's whore. I can't possibly imagine how she got the job. Her story was that she applied for the position and it was given to her, something Miss. Lana couldn't get for years!"